When I look at the message,
written by you.
I can't think about anything else,
then how much it is true.
Nothing hurts more
then knowing you feel about me that way.
I don't feel anyting else
then the hate.
Hate towards myself,
for being what I am.
For hurting you,
for not being here for you at 3 am.
For not being here for you
at all.
For quietly watching
how you fall.
For being a coward
and a heartless bitch.
I'm sorry i behave to you
like this.
I deserve to feel mental pain
I deserve to feel it.
But I don't feel it the way I should,
I feel just the one on my wrist.
I feel the blood
going down my hand.
I feel the tears fall down my cheeks,
no one just understands.
No-one understands
what I have to go through.
No-one understands how i feel
while i am watching you.
And you don't know it too.
Cause I'm already nothing
to you.
YOU ARE READING
The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
